cleaverchris

Month: August, 2009

Dancing Man

He lounges on a New York bench, a worn hat covering his eyes. But he’s not sleeping. His foot is tapping to a beat I can’t hear. Slowly at first. Then the rhythm picks up and both feet are tapping, tapping like the drip-drop patter patter of rain splashing down. It’s more intense now as [...]

Either Way

Sometimes on my daily drive to school I would imagine what places I would find if I just kept driving, driving, driving. Would there be a serene country covered in rolling, green hills, slightly stylized like the ones you see in paintings? Would the sky always be a pleasant blue, openly accepting my clouds of [...]

House

house abandoned, gutted crumbling, moaning, rotting memories litter the floor tomb

Red Cedar

He sees her then, his lonely victim Jane, As heavy, black clouds crack and rupture. Words struggle to breathe under the falling rain. She’s lost after she steps off the train, Venturing to find a distant, unknown lover. He sees her then, his lonely victim Jane. He encircles her, rough like a rusted chain, And [...]